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Rings of Fate S3xE10 – Destiny – Revelations (pt.2)

Sitting on a comfortable cushioned seat in the ready room Benjamin yearned for the days in the recent past when this room was his office. But that would not happen again. Maybe in the last months leading up to the arrival at RV-p296.

If they would let them land.

Once word was out that they had taken linkers on bord, the entire colony might be preparing to deny them landing.

And he couldn’t blame them.

This is a feast for Egger. I can see him barging through that door already, yelling. His head dark red, the veins on his neck standing out.

With a sigh Benjamin closed his eyes, but still got up.

“Csilla?” He entered the command centre. His first officer approached him. “Sir.”

“I want you to keep communication lines to RV-p296 closed for the time being.” With a displeased expression she looked to the communication officer’s station. “It’s too late sir.”

Cussing Benjamin lowered his head. “We need a plan, sir.”

He knew that. Slowly he dragged his feet to the door. “Get me an appointment with the governors. Face to face, no video conferences. Be there as well.”

Before he realised it, Benjamin’s pace brought him to the detention center, to the isolated cells with the twenty something linkers that had been brought aboard.

Out of instinct he sought out the first linker he ever met, the Charles woman. “Greetings again, Admiral.”

He returned the greeting, looking her in the eyes. “What does it feel like, what you are feeling? Why have the others of your kind isolated you and sent you to us?”

Genuinely thinking for a moment she blinked a few times. “A longing for solitude. A curiosity how individualism feels like. The collective mind feared that this curiosity might disintegrate it, thus it severed all ties to affected minds. A few of us were isolated, the experience was mostly horrifying, the collective mind drew strength from that, but there was a nagging doubt. We are the embodiment of that doubt.” She feigned a smile, but Ben could see that she was terrified.

“How does the experience feel now? The program coursing through the networks of this ship is disrupting your ability to link with the others.” He nodded in the direction of the other cells. Some of the inhabitants were sitting in a fetal position in a corner, next to them, in the next over cell another, in the same position. Almost as if they could link, but Benjamin saw them holding hands, trying to feel that they aren’t alone.

“We are,” she paused, her eyelids fluttered. “I…I am, alone. Terrified. There is only one source of thought, mine own.” She took a few deep breaths. “Imagine, being surrounded by friends and family, all your life, feeling all the love and kindness that brings with it, and suddenly youre marooned. No friends, no family. Only strangers who never felt that level of intimacy, and can not provide you with a worthy substitute.”

“In essence, you’re addicted, as well as you are discomforted.”

“Yes and no.” She inched closer to the bars separating her from the Admiral. “We feel incomplete. Phantom limb like. All our lives we have been part of the collective mind. Now we are not.”

Nodding Ben began to understand. “For some plants it is possible to cut off a branch and make it develop roots on its own, although they’re not part of the tree anymore. I hope the same can be said about you.”

“Our…my thoughts exactly. Our…my father, brought knowledge of that into the collective mind from his father’s experiences, as well as genuine biology experts.” Her feigned smile shrank with each time she had to correct herself. “Just understand that integrating you into our society will not be easy. For any of us. There is a lot of mistrust and surely hostility against you.” The fact that your implants cannot be removed isn’t working in your favor either.

Donning a more genuine smile than before the young woman nodded. “Surely we can contribute to your society in a meaningful way. We retain knowledge of our common consciousness. We still actively think, and work on problems when we sleep, unlike you.” She took a step back as Benjamins glasses vibrated, spooked by the unusual sound.

Quickly he answered the call from Csilla, telling him that the meeting with the governors was set for an hour from then.

“There is one vital thing we must do before you can begin the long journey to becoming part of our society.” He smiled a painful smile. “You must have names.”

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Rings of Fate S3xE10 – Destiny – Revelations (pt.1)

Gently the enormous body of the gas giant inched its way into view on the screen on the command centre on Destiny. The linker moon was clearly visible at this point, a red marble against the multicolored body of its parent planet.

A constant stream of gasses led to it from the planet below, directly on the other side, around the other end of the space elevator, the shipyard had grown like a giant tree, it shaded a quarter of the surface below. Not far from that structure a lonely escape pod orbited, emitting an automated emergency signal ever once in a while.

It was from the surviving crew members of Dusk Horizon, the name hastily given to the rear half of Horizon, after it broke apart.

“Contact the linkers please.” Admiral Benjamin Fuller had his eyes fixed on the structure. What are you planning with all this?

“They are already calling, sir.” With a fascinated gaze in his eyes Benjamin ordered Lieutenant Trebuchet to put the call through.

“Your survivors have been informed of their imminent departure, and are ready to go with you.” A young woman, not the one reported as the linkers spokesperson, had appeared on the screen. She was pale, had green eyes and blond hair. “We must also inform you that they will be taking on additional cargo.”

Concerned Benjamin squinted at the view screen. “What kind of cargo?”

“Several containers of hydrogen, our scans have detected your fission reactors missing, this will be aiding efforts to rebuild a second fusion reactor, as well as several people.”

Doubting he heard right about the second part of that sentence, Benjamin shook his head in disbelief. “Several people? Do you mean your people?”

“Please inquire about this with your crew members as they arrive.” The line closed. Instead the normal view was returned, showing a ship disengaging from the complex.

“Sound the alarm, bring me every available person qualified to handle a gun to that docking port.”

Quickly he turned on his heel entering the ready room, he came back a moment later handing each of the officers a gun. “Keep a close eye on us, if anything suspicious happens, do not open that door, even if I am outside it. Understood?”

Leaving Lieutenant Lie Fah in charge, he left together with Csilla to head to the docking port assigned to the ship to dock with.

Although the Harpies had been generous enough to leave the human ships with a program that crawled through communication networks, disabling the DEHumans link, Benjamin was cautious. They could adapt to the program. Analyse it and return to their brethren to work on adapting to it.

Or they could choose to quietly infiltrate everyone’s brains with a chip, and then disable the program.

Throughout his career he never had to draw the gun, except on the firing range. He opposed violence, although it sometimes seemed like a quick and easy way out of things.

But if that would’ve been his way, he would’ve beaten governor Egger on at least two occasions.

Still, he felt good surrounded by men and women holding guns pointed at the airlock behind which the linker ship was docking.

Humming mechanically the door opened, revealing a small group of humans. They were clearly shocked to find the hallway outside the airlocked stuffed with armed security personnel. “That’s not the homecoming I had hoped for.” A woman with asian ancestry stepped forward with a disturbed expression.

“Please, do not be alarmed. But we have to make sure that you are in fact not linkers.” A little saddened Kanitha nodded, stepped out of the airlock. Following her were Jackson Sutherland, April Wallner, Nepumo Ricosta, Francine Harris, Maria Trinidad, and a woman Ben did not recognise from the crew files, but instead from video logs of the usual spokesperson for the DEHumans.

Immediately he and the others around him tensed up, weapons were pointed at her. “Doctor Charles I presume?”

Wearing a blank expression she stared at him with an empty gaze, almost frightened. “We are, disconnected. Where are the other parts? It’s so quiet.” Stammering she looked around in confusion, and bewilderment. After a moment she caught herself, looked at Benjamin. “We do not have a doctoral degree, but the Charles’ were in our ancestry.”

Kanitha stepped up to Benjamin. “She has no concept of a singular person yet.” They both looked at her, Kanitha with a friendly compassionate look in her eyes, while Benjamin seemed more scientifically interested.

“We may, inadvertently, have had a negative impact on a few of the DEHumans. A seed of disengagement if you will.” Jackson Sutherland stepped also forward, however minutely, as he did not want to seem threatening.

“So, they want to leave the linker collective?”

“They were already placed in a sub collective, as our influence over them was discovered, those who had been affected were severed from the others, and sent with us.”

Still not sound on the idea of having linkers aboard his ship Benjamin rubbed his chin. “They need to be placed under surveillance, restricted in access, and the implant in their brains need deactivating. Better yet removal.”

Kanitha looked to the Charles descendant. “Admiral, they are all second or third generation. They have no names, no identities. Even worse, they were born with the implant. It is tied into their brains as if it were natural. Their implants can’t be removed.”

Still rubbing his chin Benjamin looked to Csilla for help. “So, you’re saying, they also need supervision? Find their way in life as an individual?”

Jackson nodded. He knew where this was leading without knowing any of these people around him.

They would be made responsible for the linkers.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.5)

Hours went by, in which Benjamin pondered about the silicone aliens, how they must be feeling, sifting through the data they lifted from Destiny’s databanks.

Occasionally he requested an update from Bruce or Clifford. But all they could tell him was that the information contained in the database was very hard to decipher. Whether that was due to the converting bit, or because of the entirely different form of life that gave them this information, neither could tell.

Long after his shift had ended, Benjamin left the office. He greeted the nightshift politely, noticed that Cliff was still at his station. Bruce probably too, somewhere else on Destiny.

Tired by the events that had taken place during the long shift he turned homewards, eager to cuddle with his husband and fall asleep.

“Most of what I have been able to decipher, tells me this is mostly cultural, a few scientific discoveries and theories, that could not be utilised to influence our technological development in any way, and more cultural entries.” Bruce shoved a tablet over the table to Benjamin.

Next to him was Ony who admitted that she had helped him, since linguistics was not up her alley, she had parted from Clifford’s side.

“Well, we can’t expect them to send us weapons technology, or reactors we could use to traverse the universe with unforseen consequences. We have a similar situation on RV-p296, we are trying not to influence the natives in any way what so ever.”

Both nodded in sync.

“Continue with your efforts.” He leaned back and studied the list of things that Bruce and Ony had deciphered. “Sir?” Csilla entered as Bruce and Ony left.

“The have hijacked our computer again.”

At once Benjamin was on his feet, storming into the command centre. Just when he wanted to believe the aliens were friendly, they did something like that.

“What are they doing?” He asked into the room, addressing no one in particular.

“They took over reactor controls for alpha through gamma.” Csilla replied walking by his station back towards hers, Clifford had been sent to an office down the hallway by the nightshift.

“To what end?” He sat down, looking over his shoulder to his first officer.

“To jettison it.” Came an emotionless computer voice from the direction of the main view screen. With a nod the communication officer confirmed Benjamins inquiring gaze, they also had tapped into the communication network.

“The residual radiation, and debris in the outter rim of this system show that a ship, much like yours, had lost control over one of the primitive, secondary reactors in your ships. Although we try not to intervene with the development of other species we feel obligated to restrict the danger you, or rather, your reactors, pose.”

Scratching his head Benjamin turned to Csilla, who was as lost as he was. “We pose a danger to ourselves, or our recently diverged line of species on a moon in the system. But that would be our own undoing, not yours.”

Hissing the door to the command centre opened, Benjamin did not see Bruce entering the room, the algorithms devised by him and Ony had continued working on the data during their absence from their temporary office.

Nervous and excited he sped to the Admiral’s side, handing him a tablet.

It was a starchart, at first glance it did not make a lick of sense to Benjamin. “There you are mistaken Admiral.” The dull voice came from the view screen. Reaching up to the tablet, Bruce enhanced a portion of the chart, it showed a G type star with two rocky worlds, one habitable for humans, one a fiery hell close to the star, and two gas giants. The larger one had a bunch of moons, one of which was habitable for humans. “That is here Admiral.” Bruce explained, further enhancing a moon around the other gasgiant.

“Is that?”

Bruce merely nodded, visible to Benjamin from the corner of his eye. “We also maintain a colony in this system.” What had taken the aliens years to investigate the destruction of Horizon’s beta ring? “I see now.” He lowered the tablet.

Both the voice and the information on the tablet revealed that the colony had no ships of their own, a standard procedure. Colonies were obscured from visibility and sensors by the cloaking technology the Harpies had obtained through one crashed vessel, thus the chance of them being detected and attacked was practically zero.

Natural desasters that could destroy the entire colony were a threat, but most of those could be detected on time and help could be called in.

Some of the radioactive debris was on a collision course for the colony, the ship had been busy gathering that debris and rendering it harmless.

Benjamin saw that their concerns were genuine, but also in case of an emergency, Destiny would be left with only two thorium reactors, one in subalpha and one in subgamma. “From our data you can clearly see that we need those reactors in case our fusion reactor fails. We, and the people on the second planet of this system are the last of our people. Our native system was destroyed,”

“If you pollute your new home with radiation, your kind has met an end. This vessel will remain in close proximity to assist you in case your energy requirements change drastically, since we are responsible for changing your setup. Once you have arrived, however, that will be no longer our concern.”

With that the communication ended, and control over the system was returned. Csilla stated that the reactors had been jettisoned, and were dragged by an energy field towards the alien ship.

Although understanding the reasoning behind the aliens words, and in support of such measures, he felt as if he had failed an important part of his duty to the ship.

“It is outrageous! How could you let these aliens steal integral backup parts for the operations of our ship?” As usual it was Governor Egger who did the yelling.

“Governor, I understand your concern and dismay at the current situation, but what would you have me do? Fire our weapons at a massively superior force?”

“Horizon did that. They stood their ground!”

“And paid dearly. Half of their crew is dead, or missing, a small group of survivors stranded on the linker moon, they have numerous cases of radiation poisoning, most of which were treatable. How would you feel, if push came to shove, to sit on a nuclear fission reactor, Governor? Remember how it feels if just water is seeping through the roof, now imagine deadly radiation from the floor, if something went awry.”

Clearly the governor had not realised where the reactor had been exactly in the ring, as he again went pale.

“But I plan to rectify this situation, I have tasked the engineers to find other energy sources for the rings. I was assured that we had the resources to build another thorium reactor, and perhaps a small yield fusion device, but I can not guarantee either of that. For now, we are left with what we have, and we can only hope we never need to find out if we can rely on the promise of the aliens.”

Would the governors want him to resign? Benjamin mused as he studied their faces on his screen. If so they would free him of a few burdens, it would be more of a favor, than a punishment. “I move that the Admiral remains in office, the journey ahead is a short one.” Governor Jones spoke calmly with a smug smile on his lips.

He must’ve seen the desire to retire in Benjamin, otherwise he would’ve moved forward to see Benjamin out of office. Especially after the incident with the water reservoir, and the Admiral’s way of dealing with it.

“I second that.” Governor Nyong from gamma sighed. Most of the resources to build another thorium reactor were already on her ring, thus she was little concerned about losing a potentially dangerous reactor, that was only there if the fusion reactor went offline.

Clearly overruled Governor Egger was grinding his teeth and ended his participation in the video conference.

After friendly greeting the governors Benjamin too left the conference and reclined in his seat.

“Csilla?” His first officer appeared in the door after a few moments. “Please, can you get the guys who made this into my office, to come in again and revert it to the common ready room?”

Nodding with a bright smile on her lips she went back out into the command centre. Meanwhile the aliens had retreated to continue on their mission of cleaning up the mess the Horizon had left behind.

Not after negotiating a deal with the Harpies, so they wouldn’t disappear into nothingness any longer every time they detected a Harpy ship.

Commander Ony had resolved to remain on Destiny, as she still wanted to work with the database left by the aliens, a circumstance Bruce was glad about.

Still, her ship would continue to follow Destiny. Although bereft of their secondary reactors Benjamin felt quite safe. Their new home seemed to be a part of space that was a busy corner.

Silicone aliens, Harpies, linkers and their ever present companion the Kismet were all there, in case a crippling failure of the fusion reactor were to occur.

Although still burdened by his responsibilities as Admiral, Benjamin entered the command centre with a feling of refreshment. “Let’s decelerate, and pick up Horizon’s stranded crew members.” He smiled into the room.

It would take a feew months until that would happen, but still navigation officer Lie Fah let out an enthusiastic “Aye, aye sir!” before beginning the deceleration progress.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.4)

A localised narrow beam of light was projected against the probe that performed a dance of lights in fro of the ship, displaying atoms. The reflection of that light, received by the unknown vessel, told its inhabitants of frequencies and technology of the probe and the creatures that had sent it.

“Commander!” Csilla and Ony both raised their heads to the origin of the word, Clifford. “There’s movement.”

Clearly the ship began motioning towards Destiny and Kismet. “Tell Kismet to stay calm.” Csilla mumbled, uncertain for a moment whether she was speaking clear enough.

At a relatively calm pace the ship moved up to the two terran ships, running its scanners. With a nod to the communication officer she told him to signal the Admiral.

“We can’t tell what they are bombarding us with, but it seems to have no ill effects.” Csilla reported to Benjamin about the alien scanner as he entered the command centre. Still a narrow intense beam of red light, almost like a laser, was directed at the point the aliens were scanning.

Calm, yet with efficient pace, the beam wandered across the ship.

After reading most of subalpha and alpha the beam stopped. “Send the signals again. Let them know what we are made of.” Benjamin told Clifford, who obliged gladly.

This time it was signal lights on Destiny that did the talking, not the probe and its limited lights.

After a while, when the sequence had just begun repeating a warning signal began beeping, all eyes were pinned at the view screen as signal lights on the other ship began flashing. Much like Destiny and Its probe, the alien ship began signalling.

“It’s their chemical makeup.” Ony commented, knowing that from the dead aliens the Harpies so long ago had found.

Benjamin watched in awe. It was a first contact situation, one that should not go down like the first contact with the Harpies.

“Doctor Truman, please continue conversing with our friends out there.” Benjamin smiled. “Aye sir.” enthusiastically Clifford saluted, although not a military member himself.

As the communication went on Benjamin was relegated to a mere spectating position. He could only imagine what was going on on that other ship. Was there a scientist at a station figuring out how to communicate with the carbon creatures? Or did they have a preset routine for the off chance of encountering aliens?

They seemed to have a protocol for the Harpies.

“What if they can detect Ony?” He raised his eyebrows, causing the Harpy commander to turn to him in an alarmed fashion. “Pardon me?” The computerised voice of the automated translator did not carry the offense she felt properly.

“You said they crashed into one of your ships. As so often in the history of civilisation they might believe you actively wrecked their ship, which is why they hide once they catch a glimpse of you. But now, one of your kind is sitting on a technologically inferior ship.” He winked with a slight smile. “Just a theory.”

Ony turned back to the main viewscreen. “If they have offensive weapons I do not know about it.”

Both watched the back and forth between Destiny and the aliens in silence. “You think they might do something to your ship?”

Benjamin shrugged his shoulders. It was difficult enough for members of one species with different cultures running into one another. The first encounter with the Harpies showed how difficult it was for members of two species, with common physiology, to get along. But two species that would die in the perfect conditions for the other, first contact would be even more difficult.

“I hope they will not.”

Again an alarming beep disturbed the mesmerising peace and tranquillity of the light show on the screen. “Something is in our computers, they’re downloading all of it!”

Somewhat alarmed Benjamin looked at his console. By the time he had, most of the contents of their databases had been copied already.

“We’re receiving something. A database it seems.” Puzzled communication officer Trebuchet looked up from his console. “It’s massive!”

Alarmed Benjamin jumped from his sesat, almost colliding with commander Ony, who grabbed him by his trouser leg. “Perhaps a cultural exchange?”

Nodding Ben rushed to Clifford. “Isolate the computer systems this information is saved into, if it contains a virus, I don’t want it to spread.” Thinking about incidents with linkers he was weary of strange programmes and data in the ships computers.

“I had to delete information in alpha’s core, isolating it.” Trebuchet stated his efforts. After about two more minutes the exchange of data was finished.

Next to Benjamin, Clifford began going through the received data. “Hastily converted information, to be compatible with our kind of computer. It seems to be history and arts at first glance. And linguistics!” He smiled, noticing unmistakable wave patterns.

“Still, keep it isolated, I don’t want any bad surprises.” Benjamin left the station that Clifford was working at. “I believe you were right, Commander.” He conjured up a smile as he glanced down to Ony.

After a glance to the baseball, Benjamin went to his office. Although originally he wanted to convert it back into a ready room for all of the command centre crew to enjoy, he began to see the benefits of an office for himself. Still, it had to be done, or else the command centre officers would be unhappy about it.

“Csilla. Please see if you can get hold another expert who could help us in deciphering that database.” Speaking over his shoulder before the door closed, he wandered towards the desk. I’m going to miss this. His gaze fell on the picture someone had drawn on the wall, some when in the past decades.

A colorful planetary nebula.

If it weren’t for George and their adopted children, he’d sign up for deepspace exploration.

Although that program was in its infancy, the proposed deepspace exploration program was supposed to put people in suspended animation, and shoot them in small vessels out into the galaxy, towards POIs.

Like the people in the cryogenic chambers in the spine of Destiny. Sometimes the duties of being the Admiral were taking their toll, and he began to dream.

The door signal rang, drawing him back to reality. “Enter.”

Bruce Kane, computer science, reporting for duty.” Benjamin turned to the door, looked down. Only slightly taller than a Harpy a man stood there. “You must be the specialist I requested.” He tried covering up his surprise at the height of the man, by acting casual.

“I certainly am not the circus midget you had nightmares about, sir.” Witty.

“We have redeived a transmission from aliens, who are supposedly based on silicone instead of carbon, like we or the Harpies.” Or any other life that we know of. “A massive database, and I want you to work on it.”

With raised eyebrows Bruce stepped closer. “I feel honored that you show that much confidence in my abilities. Is there any additional information you can give me?”

“Doctor Truman already identified linguistic aspects of the database, or at least he thinks he has. I was given to understand that apparently it was hastily converted to be compatible with our computers.”

Bruce lowered one eyebrow. “So it’s a glitchy mess of jumbled information? Perfect, can I get started?”

“Of course you can, I don’t know why you were sent in here in the first place.”

A slick smile appeared on Bruce’ face. “That was because I wanted to. As long as people only see my work, they get a certain impression of me, I want to leave my personal impression instead.”

Reflecting that smile Benjamin folded his hands in front of his face. “As long as you do what you do whole heartedly, is there a more personal impression to leave than the one left by your work? Now, please do get started.”

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.3)

“Admiral!” A man barged into the room, immediately he recognised the infuriated man as the governor of the alpha ring. “Governor Egger, what brings you to me?”

“Nothing pleasant, I can assure you that.”

By the expression on his face Ben had gathered as much. “It is about the heritage programme.”

With a sigh Ben leaned back. “Which has been scrapped. All records of it have been permanently deleted. So what is still fuelling your rage?”

“That inbred blue bloods can reach government offices unstopped, or at least without people knowing who they are!” Spittle flew from governor Egger’s mouth.

Remainjng calm Benjamin closed his eyes for a second, he heard the door to the command centre open, Csilla and the other officers came looking if everything was alright. “These inbred blue bloods were of no concern to you several days ago. I am dead certain that it would be of no concern for you if you yourself would be an inbred, blue blooded heir of some title.” He smiled calmly, but the corners of his smile gave away the boiling rage underneath his calm demeanour. “The way you barged into this office, the way you behave in fact, is almost as if you were an inbred wielder of totalitarian power. If you ever behave like that on this part of the ship again I will have you detained for misconduct. If you bring up the topic of the heirs again, I will have you arrested for breaking topsecret information. Now get out of my office before I consider having you detained already!” He raised his voice, as he himself rose out of his seat.

Governor Egger had turned an ashen complexion.

“Good day to you Governor.” Csilla calmly complemented him as he stumbled past her.

Watching the door from the command centre to the hallway cloee behind the governor Ben knew it was not the last time he had heard of the governor.

In silence the probe positioned itself where the front of the alien ship was assumed, and began flashing a powerful light.

“How long are we going to try this?” Benjamin observed from the command centre the progress of the endeavour. Ony sat on a stool, normally used in a kindergarten class, also observing. “We should try the prime numbers up to 101. After that,” Clifford pushed a few buttons on Csilla’s console, splitting the main viewscreen in half. On one side the actual events were displayed, on the other he had a series of maneuvers on display. “this is a good try.” Benjamin studied the displayed maneuvers.

“Basic math still. I guess they know we are capable of that.” Shushing him Ony wanted to observe the events on the other side of the screen, although nothing happened except the probe flashing.

“After that, I thought of playing around the intensity of the light, so we can display different atoms. A brighter flash followed by a weaker one for hydrogen, and so on.” Csilla pushed a few buttons herself, showing that the probe was capable of using a few light sources at once, so the way they represented atoms could be a little less cryptic. Thanking her he began devising a new way to represent his plan. “If there’s any change, let me know.” He got up, careful as not to trip over Ony in her seat he maneuvered out of the command centre, but not without looking at the baseball of his great grandfather.

Directly searching out the fastest way to get to his husband, who was holding a lecture on gamma, Benjamin took a seat in the cab.

The encounter with the governor was still fresh on his mind. It was beyond him how the governor could be so persistent about the heirs, even though it was resolved that not even they themselves would ever learn who they were.

Save for one of course. “Locate Jonathan Carlisle.” Benjamin stopped the cab and redirected it to the beta ring, where Jonathan was working.

To Benjamin’s relief Jonathan had not told his family of their ancestry yet. Although Ben had meant for him to do just that, he urged the young man now to postpone it, until Governor Egger was no longer an issue for the heirs.

Satisfied Benjamin continued to his husband.

An outside view on the situation with the silicone beings, might bring fresh wind to his mindset.

“Did you hear the good news?” George asked instead. “That Hummington fellow is planning to open a museum. A real museum, with real exhibits, not just the virtual ones we have today.” Excitement in George’s voice was almost tangible.

“Of course I have heard. Opening a vault of undisclosed historic artifacts, and opening a museum, has to pass by me.” Maybe I should forget about the silent alien spectators for a while?

Excited like a little child George inched around. Not even once asking why Ben had come to him, after a few moments Ben didn’t mind. The excitement was almost contagious, and he couldn’t help but feel happy himself.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.2)

A so called beak flyer departed from the Alakah towards the Destiny, albeit cloaked itself, soon making contact with the subalpha ring, and one of the few docking ports, after signalling on a lowrange frequency for docking permission.

Greeted by the Admiral himself the commander introduced herself as Ony, and immediately asked to be brought to the command centre. From there they observed the beak taking flight again and returning to the Alakah which then sent departing greetings and left.

Benjamin assumed that she just maneuvered out of sensor range and then shadowed them from a safe distance. “Why the secrecy of your arrival?”

“Because they distrust us.” The Harpy smiled, reaching up at one of the controls on a panel, putting the area back on screen where the strange ship had been lying.

At once the ship seemed to materialise.

“A long time ago one of their vessels brought the cloaking technology to our attention, by crashing into one of our ships. Sadly these creatures can not survive in our environment, they died once exposed to our environmental standards. Since then, they avoided us. We rarely found any more than mere sensor echos.”

Benjamin had looked from Ony to the screen, studied the ship on display.

Readings indicated that they ignored the attempts of communication with them. “What else do you know of these beings?”

“They are entirley different to us, or the natives on your new homeworld.” Should Ben ask about RV-p296? He felt he should, but that would rob him of seeing it for himself unbiased. “They are based on silicone, as our kinds are on carbon. They dwell in entirely different environments. What is an inhospitable place for us, is a paradise for them.”

Letting out a whistling breath of air, Benjamin leaned back in his seat. Scientists had theorised about life based on silicone, but never thought it possible.

Curious he looked to the anxious Harpy to his left. “And you are here because of?”

“Scientific curiosity, Admiral.” Flashed dagger shaped teeth made his skin crawl, although realiaing it was a smile, he felt uncomfortable.

“Well, in that case, we better try and call them again.” He gave a nod to Csilla, who then tried to contact the aliens once again.

With negative results.

“Perhaps we should send them a series of simple signals.” Clifford Truman sighed, he was a linguistics expert, who had helped perfecting the auto translation programme that helped communicate with the Harpies. “Since they live a completely different environment than we do, our forms of communication are surely as alien to them as can be. Sound in their atmosphere is changed, our voices will be a distorted mess. If we can send them simple signals, thats different.”

He pushed a tablet over the table, showing it to the Admiral. There were numbers written on it. 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 23, and so on. “Prime numbers?”

“It shows we are not just baboons.”

“We built a space ship, sent a probe. I guess they know we are not simple baboons.” Benjamin rose his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.

Nodding in agreement Clifford took the tablet back. “Still, math is the go to method of communication in this sort of situation.”

Shrugging his shoulders Benjamin nodded to the expert, goving him a go. Still he had not reverted the office back to the ready room for all of command centre staff.

It was funny to him that each Admiral on each of the ships utilised that room differently, in the original floorplans there surelys had been a certain designated use for that room.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.1)

In hours the vast distance between the Destiny and the unknown vessel at the edge of the solarsystem was covered by the probe, that had been shot out at incredible speeds. Within moments the the probe fired its engines in order to decelerate, and began taking closer readings and pictures, immediately transmitting that data back to the mother ship.

Radiation lingered in the vacinity of the ship, trailing from a bunch of wrecked icy asteroids in the distance. Admiral Benjamin Fuller knew that the radiation must’ve originated from Horizon’s beta ring reactor.

The probe returned the faint signal from another terran probe, originally sent out to monitor the further path of the radioactive wreckage. “It is inside the alien vessel.” First officer Csilla Gere noted with astonishment in her voice.

Ben was not as surprised. Who ever this ship belonged to was just as curious about them, and the radiation, as they were about the supposed aliens.

After reading the reports of his predecessors, and other ships Admirals, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. It could be DEHumans aboard that ship, or, and that was his favorite theory for non aliens, time traveling humans from the future.

“Send out hails relayed through the probe.”

“Reading another vessel.” Navigation officer Lie Fah took his attention off of the unknown ship. “It’s a Harpy ship, coming from RV-p296, ambassadorial ship, by the name of Alakah.”

Benjamin looked at the display to his right, the Harpies did not try to intercept the alien craft, but kept a steady course for them, until reaching the Destiny.

“They’re hailing.”

The face of a Harpy appeared on the main screen in the command centre. She seemed curious, as far as anyone in the room could read Harpy expressions. “Admiral Fuller. On behalf of the matriarchy we welcome you to your new home system, and congratulate you, and your crew, on your achievements.”

“Thank you Ma’am. Might I be so bold and ask you for some information?” Intrigued the Harpy, by the uniform she wore a commander, not an ambassador, nodded.

“Can you tell us something about the vessel that is lying idle just outside our course?” Csilla cleared her throat, drawing Benjamins attention to the small screen on his console, where only their probe was displayed, but no ship of any sort.

“What ship Admiral?”

Confused he looked to Csilla, who only shrugged.

“Hold on.” He smiled at the Harpy.

Pressing a few buttons on his console he replayed the sensor data from the probe and noticed that they did only vanish from sensors a few microseconds after the Harpy ship appeared in range, much like the cloaking technology the Harpies used.

“Sending you our previous sensor data.” He commented his further actions, frantically typing buttons.

The commander waved another Harpy over, in hushed voices the two talked.

“A representative will be sent to you as fast as possible.” The Harpy nodded into the camera, and turned off the transmission.